My Norwegian grandma had a saying for every occasion.
Laugh before breakfast, cry before supper.
If your palm itches, you will be getting some money.
If your nose itches, you'll be getting company.
Your nose and your feet continue to grow all your life.
Sadly, I think the last one is true!
The sun was rising as I came up the hill through the pine and birch woods.
A haze covered the meadow as the sun rose in the sky.
The hay has been harvested, baled, the bales stored away, and the Earth rests.
A small stand of corn is left in its summer rows for wildlife cover and food.
In the meadow at the top of the hill a string of a dozen bluebird houses dots the horizon.
I like to think that the bluebird family that called this home is now eating insects in Mexico or Costa Rica.
I wonder how many miles these boots and I have walked together over the last 10 years.
Next time I'm doing errands, I will drop them off at a charity shop.
There's still a lot of life left in them for a hiker with smaller feet, and I hope they continue to travel to other far-away places without me.
Just like the bluebirds I enjoyed here in this meadow last summer.